Myka: But it's still just a well-executed art theft. I mean, it doesn't automatically shout "warehouse," does it.
Artie: Things rarely shout "warehouse." They usually whisper, "Hey, that's a little odd."
Myka: She's out of your league.
Pete: How do you know what my league is?
Myka: Not that I asked for them, but I've got season tickets.
Pete: That's good, I like that.
Pete: So we're looking for an art-stealing bird that walks through walls.
Myka: Like Artie always says...
Pete and Myka: "Never rule anything out."
Claudia Donovan: It's okay if I don't like you, right?
Leena: Of course. But you do.
Pete: How can you tell them apart?
Jeff Weaver: You're a trained expert with a scrupulous eye for detail. Or you read the brass plaque on the base.
Leena: She needs people like her.
Artie: Brash, rude, anti-social, impulsive?
Leena: We're discussing Claudia, not you.
Artie: See, that's kind of a low blow.
Claudia Donovan: Check.
Artie: I'll be damned.
Claudia Donovan: Well, maybe, but I'm not one to judge.
Myka: Hey, partner. How are you feeling?
Pete: Sore. Everywhere. Need cookies.
Pete: Use your feminine wiles. Smile. You're pretty when you smile.
Myka: I am?
Myka: So what does that mean when I'm not smiling?
Pete: Kind of frightening.
Artie: And if somebody were to acquire those artifacts, then somebody would have immense power over...
Leena: The world.
Artie: At the risk of sounding dramatic.
Leena: That's never stopped you before.
Artie: That's true.
Artie: Shouldn't you be in college or something? Don't you want to be with people your own age?
Claudia Donovan: Artie, I'm not my own age.